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Sunday, January 13, 2013

Mornings...

After days
of staying under the covers till 9 am, today I opened my eyes a little earlier
(pretty unwillingly!). But I’m glad I did. Pulling on a jacket, I went out for
a drive with my daddy dearest (He let me drive)!

The streets,
in the early hours of the day, when the sun has just begun its ascent across
the sky, look no less beautiful than a flower about to bloom. The seemingly
ordinary scene left me awestruck. The semi- deserted roads made me feel strange. I'm used to seeing so much activity, so many people on that stretch of the road. The empty road took me by surprise. It looked pristine... pure.

As I saw
the florist arrange his flowers, I couldn’t help but think of all the people
who’ll smile today when they receive them. It was business as
usual for him, but for all the people, unaware of the flowers about to
reach them, it will be a very special day. They looked like gifts from heaven, against the pale concrete of the sidewalk.

As the
newspaper man spread out his newspapers, I wondered what they have to say
today. Will it be another edition screaming of scams, murders, rapes and
protests? Or will it contain positive news bolstering my confidence in my city
and the government? Will it make my mood plunge into the depths of despair or
give me a reason to be proud of who I am?

Moving
further, the sight of fresh chhole bhature being made, left my mouth watering. Our
breakfast table floated before my eyes. It was piled high with the most delicious
dishes my mum prepared. My super sensitive note could even pick up their aroma. I suddenly grew aware of my empty tummy. Bad timing!!!

Looking
across the road, I saw a tent being dismantled. Somehow my attention was drawn to the rags the workers
wore for clothes. They were in sharp contrast to the plush interiors of the
structure. I found myself thinking of all the people who spent the previous
night on the cold pavement, braving the winter chill, while I slept on a comfortable bed. It made me feel
uneasy in my warm clothes.

All this
while, I spotted uncles and aunties out for their morning walk. Clad in a dizzying array of coloured caps and shawls, they looked like cute little toys braving the
wind. Pardon me the comparison, but that is exactly what they looked like. It
was really heartening seeing them though. It encouraged me to take my exercise
routine more seriously.

On this
single drive, I experienced a plethora of emotions. But one feeling
over-shadowed them all… Happiness! Though I was moving around in a metal box
with the windows rolled down, I felt so close to nature. And in those intimate
moments, I understood why I love mornings. Up until now, mornings were good only
because I could study undisturbed…or because my parents said they were nice... but there is much more to a morning than
that.

The
restless energy… so evident in everything around us… is infectious. The enthusiasm for a new day,
the zeal to live is so strong in those morning hours. It infuses you with a sense
of well-being, a feeling of satisfaction so intense, that it keeps you smiling through
the day. Why? It is evening… I have raunchy music playing outside my window…
but still this morning scene has made me smile. I just closed my eyes and the
world seemed to rewind its clock. Trust me… mornings are awesome!

Try them out
yourself… give the early morning wind a chance to ruffle your hair!

About Me

At first look, I'm extremely normal. Well, I look the same at second look too! (They tell me I don't even look like an engineer!) I love each moment that life offers me, and the people it is filled with. Taking one day at a time, I believe in giving my best. A dreamer at heart, I hope my humble, non-important opinion can someday make even a grain of a difference in someone's life. Till then, it's me and you and our world of words!